For All Time [ Michael Jackson Fanfiction ]

8 ~ Flashback/ Hiding

A/N : eighth chapter is now published ! wow ! :))) hope you'll like it !

Michael
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I couldn't stop pacing around the house, biting my nails, mumbling inconsistent sentences to myself and running my hands through my hair. I kept on checking if they entered the house, but each time, they didn't.

I've been waiting that way for almost an hour, and I couldn't help myself. The thought of having Blanche and myself in the same house was nervewrecking. I was apprehending her reaction.

Was she going to yell at me ? Or maybe ignore me ? Was she going to act as if nothing never happened ? That would be quite weird...

"Stop that, Michael," Mother told me from the kitchen, watching me kick my foot in the air. I looked at her and blushed, deciding that it was best to sit down on the couch and wait for the sound of the door opening.

"You okay, son ?" Joseph asked me while he was seating on what we called "his couch". He was the only one sitting on it. It felt wrong for anybody else to do so. 

I nodded and crossed my legs, turning my attention to the TV screen. "You look nervous," he said and I puffed.

"Obviously," I rolled my eyes and Joseph gave me a disapproval glare. I shut my mouth and an awkward silence stood between the two of us.

"I'm sure you and Blanche will work it out, eventually." my father said without looking at me.

I stared at him with surprise.

I didn't see that coming. I knew my father liked Blanche, but I never thought he would tell me such hopeful things. I smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Joseph," I thanked him. I really wanted to say 'Dad' but I didn't want to irritate him. My father hated when his kids called him 'Dad' ; it was always 'Joseph'.

I often talked about my relationship with my father to Blanche. She was the only person I could say every secrets and thoughts to.

I loved our relationship because of that. She was a great listener. She would stop whatever she was doing, even if it was really important, and she would listen to me when she noticed there was something wrong with me.

I'll always love her for that.

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"Michael," I heard her calling my name and I turned in bed so we were facing. "What's wrong ?" she asked with worry and I smiled slightly.

How could this woman know that I wasn't okay when facing my back ?

"I... I talked to my mother earlier," I started, looking in her beautiful eyes. They were perfect. Just like her entire being.

Blanche nodded and stroked my bare arm softly. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a breathtaking way, and I knew she was listening to me very carefully.

"She told me that ... that my father cheated on her," I sighed, looking down. Blanche gasped but continued to stroke my arm. "Honestly... I wasn't surprised. I'm just concerned about her." I said, looking back at her peaceful eyes. She nodded again. "We keep telling her to divorce him but she won't."

"Why not ?" Blanche asked innocently and I moved my body so I was even closer to her. Our noses were touching and we could feel each other's heart beats.

"It's against the Jehovah's witnesses laws." I explained. She looked down and opened her mouth in an "o".

At that time, I was still a Jehovah's witness, but Blanche wasn't. She didn't know our rules but was always interested when I talked to her about them.